He isn't mine. [ She doesn't bother to correct from 'dog' to 'wolf' because she isn't sure it matters. As the umbrella moves away she feels worse, but she swallows heavily and closes her eyes, trying to think. ]

But I think he's friendly. Probably. He doesn't seem very bitey. And I don't think he belongs to anyone.

[ Even though she's sure there are teeth. All the better to eat you with, my dear. ]

Why are you here, in a place that's so dangerous? What if you get hurt or sick?